Whomever a Woman Chooses Is King

Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
No table round will ever square the thing.
All knights have equal access to the bread,
Even the stout are adequately fed;
Each squire gets equal pay for equal knighting.

Then Guinevere unsheathes the distaff lightning,
Uncoils her hair, so lustrous and inciting,
Plumps her lips with a berry crushed and red.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.

Pendragon is ostensibly the.King.
And normally he doesn't miss a thing.
But Lancelot is naked in his bed
And Guinevere is humping him instead.
"No man above another" has a ring.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Hendricks Avatar
August 23, 2012 at 1:50 AM
Lucky Lancelot. Equality to all men. hahaha. I love your sense of humor. I've moved your name to my fave list, like it or not. :)
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